Disclaimers: RE is not mine, characters not mine. Only the plot is mine.
MINE! ALL MINE! Mwhahahahahaha!
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Jill opened the door before Carlos even had a chance to knock.
"Carlos! What are you doing here?"
Carlos was taken aback, "Nice greeting to give to someone who saved your ass in Raccoon."
Jill calmed down slightly, "Sorry."
"No problem, Chica."
"Wanna come in and grab some coffee or something?"
"Absolutely," Carlos replied, stepping past Jill and surveying the room.
"Sorry, it's a little bit of a mess," Jill apologized, showing Carlos to the kitchen.
"Actually, it's very ne-" Carlos stopped mid-sentence when he entered the kitchen. It was still a mess from Becky's 'house-sitting'.
Becky had been able to work wonders on cleaning the living room, but the kitchen was another story. Several dishes lay broken on the floor, most of the drawers were pulled out, and there was food and crumbs covering almost every inch of the floor.
"What happened here, Chica?" Carlos asked, staring at the mess that lay before him.
"Just call it Hurricane Rebecca," Jill smiled and carefully walked over to the coffee machine, trying not to break anything else.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Claire revved her Harley, loving the way it sounded. She smiled, wondering where she could go to show it off.
*Who cares? Go anywhere. Go somewhere. Harleys are not meant to sit in driveways.*
Claire smiled and revved the engine again, loving how the engine practically purred.
Meanwhile, Chris was not loving the noise of the Harley.
*I knew I'd regret buying her that damn thing...*
He smiled as the roar of the Harley gradually came to a halt. He rolled over and started to drift of to sleep again...
When he heard the roar of the engine again.
*Son of a...*
He flung the covers off of him and went to the window. He saw Claire, sitting on her bike, just smiling and revving the engine.
He grumbled and opened the window, "Claire! Stop it! If you're not going anywhere, don't waste the gas!"
Claire looked up at her brother, "It's no waste to me. I pay for the gas with your credit card. I don't mind!"
Chris glared at her.
"Just something I learned from Jill. She's good for something...Well, I guess she's good for TWO things for you, huh?" Claire smiled up at her brother.
"That's it! It's go time."
Chris quickly got dressed and ran down to his own Harley. Revving his engine, he turned to Claire; "We race our bikes to the park. Loser buys lunch!"
With that, he roared off down the driveway, Claire right behind him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jill told Carlos all about Rebecca's 'house sitting' and he told her about his continuing career as a mercenary, but no longer with Umbrella, of course.
"Not a nice job, but someone has to do it. Besides, it keeps a low profile. Umbrella finds out I'm still alive and not working for them, I'm as good as dead."
Jill smiled slightly, "So, why are you here?"
"Well, I..." Carlos looked at Jill. He was originally planning on telling her a lie, but now, he could not bring himself to lie to the beautiful goddess in front of him, "I just had to see you again, Jill. I'm going on a mission down in Cuba."
"What kind of mission?"
"Well, I need to do some research down there first. Find out what I'm up against. Basically, I'm being sent in as the scout. Find out how many soldiers we may need, what they know and don't know, etc."
Jill nodded.
Carlos smiled, "I'd like you to come with me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I win."
"You also gave yourself a head start!" Claire complained.
Chris smiled, "I taught you to be prepared for anything. You should have been able to win that. Now, for lunch...hmmm...how bout that new Mexican restaurant downtown?"
Claire scowled at her brother, "I'll get you yet, Christopher Redfield."
"I'm sure you will," Chris replied, "We all have our dreams."
Claire glared at her brother and pulled out her cell phone. She mechanically dialed the numbers.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked, once again perplexed by his sister's behavior.
"Shush," Claire hissed, turning her attention back to the voice on the other end, "Yeah. Hi, Leon!...Uh-huh. Listen, how about you meet us at that new Mexican restaurant downtown...Yeah, and bring some money."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jill stared at Carlos, still trying to understand what he had just asked her.
"We could really use someone with field experience. And it's not like we'll need to use our skills unless absolutely necessary. But someone with your experience in explosives, and lock-picking, not to mention Raccoon..." Carlos explained.
"I don't know Carlos..."
"The decision is yours Jill, but I'd really like you to come."
"How long?"
"A month, maybe two."
Jill looked down at the floor, "I don't know, Carlos..."
Carlos came over and kneeled in front of her, forcing her to look at him, "Say yes, Chica."
Jill just stared at him, she'd never been so uncertain in her life.
Carlos reached up and caressed her cheek, "It's okay, Chica. You think about it."
He stood up and looked down at her, "I'll talk to you in a couple of days."
She nodded, offering a slight smile.
He smirked, then bent over and started kissing her. A thousand thoughts raced through Jill's mind as she debated over Chris and Carlos.
*Chris. He understands me. Carlos. He saved me. So did Chris. Go to Cuba (!) We went through Raccoon City together. S.T.A.R.S. partners...*
"Ahem."
Carlos broke away from Jill and turned to their uninvited guest. Jill looked mortified when she saw Becky. In the excitement of Carlos's return, she had completely forgotten Rebecca was even in the house.
"Morning," Becky stated flatly, staring at Carlos.
He glanced down at Jill and smiled, "Bye Jill."
With that, he turned and left.
Becky's gaze turned to Jill, "Well?"
"How much of that did you hear Rebecca?"
"Every word."
Jill looked at the floor, but she was unable to hide from the shame she knew was on Becky's face, the shame that was even in her own soul.
"I thought you knew better Jill. What about Chris?"
The question was left unanswered, the shame left un-cleansed.
Jill heard Becky's footsteps leave the kitchen and exit the house, the door slamming behind her.
Jill knew right then the severity of the mistake she had made with Carlos.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jill opened the door before Carlos even had a chance to knock.
"Carlos! What are you doing here?"
Carlos was taken aback, "Nice greeting to give to someone who saved your ass in Raccoon."
Jill calmed down slightly, "Sorry."
"No problem, Chica."
"Wanna come in and grab some coffee or something?"
"Absolutely," Carlos replied, stepping past Jill and surveying the room.
"Sorry, it's a little bit of a mess," Jill apologized, showing Carlos to the kitchen.
"Actually, it's very ne-" Carlos stopped mid-sentence when he entered the kitchen. It was still a mess from Becky's 'house-sitting'.
Becky had been able to work wonders on cleaning the living room, but the kitchen was another story. Several dishes lay broken on the floor, most of the drawers were pulled out, and there was food and crumbs covering almost every inch of the floor.
"What happened here, Chica?" Carlos asked, staring at the mess that lay before him.
"Just call it Hurricane Rebecca," Jill smiled and carefully walked over to the coffee machine, trying not to break anything else.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Claire revved her Harley, loving the way it sounded. She smiled, wondering where she could go to show it off.
*Who cares? Go anywhere. Go somewhere. Harleys are not meant to sit in driveways.*
Claire smiled and revved the engine again, loving how the engine practically purred.
Meanwhile, Chris was not loving the noise of the Harley.
*I knew I'd regret buying her that damn thing...*
He smiled as the roar of the Harley gradually came to a halt. He rolled over and started to drift of to sleep again...
When he heard the roar of the engine again.
*Son of a...*
He flung the covers off of him and went to the window. He saw Claire, sitting on her bike, just smiling and revving the engine.
He grumbled and opened the window, "Claire! Stop it! If you're not going anywhere, don't waste the gas!"
Claire looked up at her brother, "It's no waste to me. I pay for the gas with your credit card. I don't mind!"
Chris glared at her.
"Just something I learned from Jill. She's good for something...Well, I guess she's good for TWO things for you, huh?" Claire smiled up at her brother.
"That's it! It's go time."
Chris quickly got dressed and ran down to his own Harley. Revving his engine, he turned to Claire; "We race our bikes to the park. Loser buys lunch!"
With that, he roared off down the driveway, Claire right behind him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jill told Carlos all about Rebecca's 'house sitting' and he told her about his continuing career as a mercenary, but no longer with Umbrella, of course.
"Not a nice job, but someone has to do it. Besides, it keeps a low profile. Umbrella finds out I'm still alive and not working for them, I'm as good as dead."
Jill smiled slightly, "So, why are you here?"
"Well, I..." Carlos looked at Jill. He was originally planning on telling her a lie, but now, he could not bring himself to lie to the beautiful goddess in front of him, "I just had to see you again, Jill. I'm going on a mission down in Cuba."
"What kind of mission?"
"Well, I need to do some research down there first. Find out what I'm up against. Basically, I'm being sent in as the scout. Find out how many soldiers we may need, what they know and don't know, etc."
Jill nodded.
Carlos smiled, "I'd like you to come with me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I win."
"You also gave yourself a head start!" Claire complained.
Chris smiled, "I taught you to be prepared for anything. You should have been able to win that. Now, for lunch...hmmm...how bout that new Mexican restaurant downtown?"
Claire scowled at her brother, "I'll get you yet, Christopher Redfield."
"I'm sure you will," Chris replied, "We all have our dreams."
Claire glared at her brother and pulled out her cell phone. She mechanically dialed the numbers.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked, once again perplexed by his sister's behavior.
"Shush," Claire hissed, turning her attention back to the voice on the other end, "Yeah. Hi, Leon!...Uh-huh. Listen, how about you meet us at that new Mexican restaurant downtown...Yeah, and bring some money."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jill stared at Carlos, still trying to understand what he had just asked her.
"We could really use someone with field experience. And it's not like we'll need to use our skills unless absolutely necessary. But someone with your experience in explosives, and lock-picking, not to mention Raccoon..." Carlos explained.
"I don't know Carlos..."
"The decision is yours Jill, but I'd really like you to come."
"How long?"
"A month, maybe two."
Jill looked down at the floor, "I don't know, Carlos..."
Carlos came over and kneeled in front of her, forcing her to look at him, "Say yes, Chica."
Jill just stared at him, she'd never been so uncertain in her life.
Carlos reached up and caressed her cheek, "It's okay, Chica. You think about it."
He stood up and looked down at her, "I'll talk to you in a couple of days."
She nodded, offering a slight smile.
He smirked, then bent over and started kissing her. A thousand thoughts raced through Jill's mind as she debated over Chris and Carlos.
*Chris. He understands me. Carlos. He saved me. So did Chris. Go to Cuba (!) We went through Raccoon City together. S.T.A.R.S. partners...*
"Ahem."
Carlos broke away from Jill and turned to their uninvited guest. Jill looked mortified when she saw Becky. In the excitement of Carlos's return, she had completely forgotten Rebecca was even in the house.
"Morning," Becky stated flatly, staring at Carlos.
He glanced down at Jill and smiled, "Bye Jill."
With that, he turned and left.
Becky's gaze turned to Jill, "Well?"
"How much of that did you hear Rebecca?"
"Every word."
Jill looked at the floor, but she was unable to hide from the shame she knew was on Becky's face, the shame that was even in her own soul.
"I thought you knew better Jill. What about Chris?"
The question was left unanswered, the shame left un-cleansed.
Jill heard Becky's footsteps leave the kitchen and exit the house, the door slamming behind her.
Jill knew right then the severity of the mistake she had made with Carlos.